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“Scotland what?” He takes his arm down.
“Scotland Aurora Green.”
“Wow.”
“What?”
“Is it possible to fall in love with someones name?” He asks, looking in her eyes.
“Okay, whatever you’re trying to do isn’t working.” She slightly laughs. “You’re not getting in my pants if that’s what you want.”
“Hey, hey, hey. I never said anything about getting into anyones pants unless that’s what you want…” He smirks.
“You’re ridiculous.” She says as she scoffs, and pushes past him, throwing her bag once again onto her back.
He grabs her arm and spins her around once he catches up to her, just out of the library.
“Colton Michael Thomas.” He says.
“Well Colton Michael Thomas, I would kindly appreciate it if you fuck off.” She replies, walking away.

6. o6.

o6.

Scotland awakes, slowly opening her eyes to the bright light and noise of the city below. She realizes her head is resting on Colton’s chest, almost on his shoulder, with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, his hand resting on her arm. She yawns, her body tensing as she props herself on her elbows, not to wake Colton. She looks back at him sleeping, his chest slowly rising and falling. She smalley smiles to herself, and sits up completely, looking at the city with all of it’s rushing cars and tall buildings.

“Nights are for overthinking, mornings are for oversleeping.” Colton says groggily, his voice cracking as he says oversleeping.

“I don’t think it’s morning.” Scotland responds, looking back at Colton and watching him as he rubs his eye with one of his hands.

“I just woke up, of course it’s morning.” He responds, sitting up.

“What time is it?”

“Not morning, apparently.” Colton responds, chuckling to himself softly as Scotland shoots him a look.

Scotland takes out her phone from her jacket pocket and checks the time, reading it out loud. “1:20” She says.

“Wanna get out of here?” Colton asks, looking at Scotland.

“Sure.” Scotland responds, getting up.

While Colton is driving, Scotland reaches up and grabs a pair of his aviator sunglasses and puts them on, and folds her legs up in the chair. She rolls down the window and moves her hand delicately in the light with the movements of the wind.

“Can I ask you something, Scotland Aurora?” Colton asks.

“Yes.” Scotland responds, her hair blowing in her face slightly.

“Why haven’t you told me about your ex boyfriends yet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I mean, I told you about Katherine and you just haven’t told me about any of your ex’s, or ex.”

“He’s not important.” Scotland responds blatantly.

“C’mon, please?” Colton pleads, placing his hand on her thigh.

“John Waters. Together for 7 months, then on and off for 3. He made me feel like a worthless piece of shit, and now I have a hard time trusting people; Guys mostly. It seems like I have to impress everyone for them to be interested in me, you know? When really, I’m not even interested in myself right now.” Scotland responds, placing her hand in her lap as she looks straight ahead.

“‘Spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a little less time trying to impress people…’”

“Sincerely, The Breakfast Club.” Scotland responds, knowing the quote and the film it came from.

“Does he go to our school?” Colton asks, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, getting a little mad.

“Graduated last year.” Scotland responds.

“Why would he do that to you?”

“Do what?”

“Exactly.”

“Um… he just is a bad person. He tried to make me into someone I’m not, and just put a lot of awful things into my mind, making it even more twisted than it already is.” She responds, uncomfortable answering the question.

“Was he the one driving the Toyota truck?” Colton asks quickly with a tone of anger, still looking ahead with no emotion in his face.

“... How’d you know about that?” Scotland asks quietly.

Colton pulls over on the side of the highway, dry dirt being blown up into the air behind his jeep. He gets out and walks to the other side of the jeep, picks up some rocks, and throws them off the cliff. He walks over to the jeep, and starts punching the tire while letting out angry exhales as he does so.

Scotland realizes what he’s doing, and runs out and attempts to make him stop.

“Stop! Colton, stop! Please, stop!” She yells with concern in her voice as she grabs his bicep, and tries to pull him back. Colton finally stops as Scotland slips in between him and the jeep, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around him as he breathes heavily to calm down, putting his arms around her in return. Scotland and Colton start to cry, Colton out of pure anger, and Scotland out of fear.